"The Irish Team will definitely win!" Charlie said loudly. "They beat the Peruvian Team in the semifinals."
None of them heard Percy's request to keep their voices down-or rather, they heard him but did not care.
After keeping Su Er and the others in suspense for a while, Charlie had joined Fred and George's discussion of the Quidditch World Cup and was now giving his opinion.
"But the Bulgarian Team has Viktor Krum," Fred disagreed.
Oh, it was only then that Su Er learned his romantic rival's full name. Ha, so he's called Krum.
Calling him a romantic rival is a stretch. He's more of a competitor doomed to fail. Hermione is already my girlfriend, after all. Krum has lost before he's even started!
As Su Er thought this, he glanced at Hermione, who was discussing hairstyles with Ginny nearby.
Noticing Su Er's gaze, Hermione turned and gave him a sweet smile.
"I admit Krum is an excellent Seeker, but the Quidditch World Cup is a team competition. The Irish Team has seven skilled players with plenty of match experience," Charlie said impatiently.
"But the England Team really embarrassed me. They were beaten so easily."
"What happened?" Harry asked quickly. Although he had been quite free on Privet Drive, he had also been almost completely cut off from the wizarding world.
"They lost to the Transylvanian Team. Their performance was terrible." Charlie shook his head and drained the juice in his hand in one gulp.
"Ten to three hundred and ninety. They had no defense whatsoever and got utterly thrashed. If they couldn't score, they should at least have caught the Golden Snitch. Honestly." Ron supplied.
"Oh, that really is..." Watching everyone sigh, Harry found himself at a loss for words. Instead, he asked, "What about the other teams?"
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